Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 6

After leaving the Archer Family, I, who had nowhere to go, could only call Lisa Harper, my best friend.

It turned out that Lisa's phone was turned off.

Lisa Harper and I were classmates in the orphanage. She was two years older than me, who was supported by a kind-hearted boss. After graduating from high school, because of her appearance and temperament, she studied in the Academy of Aviation. After graduation, she directly became an air stewardess.

In fact, at university, I was also supported by a kind person.

It was just that I had never seen him in person.

The fact that Lisa's mobile phone had been turned off indicated that she was working.

Walking on the street in a daze, soon, I saw a sign of a shop at the corner of the street which was still lit up. Walking to the front of it, I found out that it was a bar.

Alright. It happened that I was in need of a drink.

It was the first time I had visited a bar, which was different from what I imagined.

It was not lively but quiet.

Walking slowly to the bar, I pretended to be a regular guest and said, "A glass of vodka. No, three."

I didn't know about alcohol. The only thing I knew was that vodka was a strong drink that Russians love.

Anyway, the Russians who were fierce liked drinking vodka. In my opinion, vodka could relieve my worries for the time being.

Sure enough, after I drank up three cups of vodka in a row, I started to get blurry.

As expected, the bar which I visited was indeed a decent bar. Seeing that I was somewhat drunk, the bartender asked me, "Madam, you've drunk too much. Do you have a friend? I'll contact him to send you home."

Although I was drunk, I was sobered.

Hearing his question, I was a little confused.

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I had been occupied with my part-time work at college. I didn't contact my classmates often.

Lisa was at work. Except for her, I didn't have any other friends...

As I was about to refuse, a series of numbers appeared in my mind, which turned out to be Patrick's.

Although I had just got his number a few days ago, I had memorized it well.

I gave Patrick's number to the bartender. Then I heard the bartender made a call and asked me what my name was. After I told him, I lay down on the bar and waited.

In my opinion, Patrick surely wouldn't be here.

That's what I thought.

However, after a while, I heard a familiar male voice, "Where is she?"

In this quiet bar, the male voice sounded like the tune of a cello, which was low and pleasant.

I pretended to be drunk. After that, I felt that a man picked me up and threw me onto the passenger seat. For a moment, I felt that his hormones were getting closer and closer to me. Although I didn't know what he was going to do, a word instantly popped up in my mind.

"Revenge."

As soon as this thought popped up in my mind, I, who probably had been drunk, opened my eyes and hooked the neck of the man in front of me. Aiming at the thin lips in front of me, I kissed him immediately.

The sound indicating that the seat belt had been withdrawn rang in my ears.

I thought, "Sure enough, I've thought too much."

I, who didn't know how to kiss, kissed him in a stiff manner. As my lips were on his lips for only a second, he pushed me away.

Then he said in a tone of extreme disgust, "You're so cheap. And you don't even have a basic sense of shame."

If it were on usual days, I surely would get off the car and leave. But at this time, I, who had been possessed by alcohol, didn't get off the car. Instead, I looked at his black eyes with a lost look as I curled up my lips and smiled, "I am not cheap at all. You are my first man. But for her, you aren't."

There was a gloomy look on Patrick's face immediately when he heard that. He cupped my neck with his hand directly and asked word by word, "What did you say?"

This time, he didn't put too much effort into it.

On the contrary, I was bolder. I reached out one hand to his back and pressed my face against him, saying, "I saw Caroline making love in the garage with Jeremy's driver in the car. And I also knew that she had hung out with several boys during the vacation when she was at school and was caught by the dormitory supervisor, which was recorded as a demerit of hers. As for the former, you couldn't find out anything about it. However, for the latter one, you can check it out."

Due to the close distance, I could clearly see that the expression on Patrick's face became more and more gloomy.

It was said that men all were somewhat neat freak in this respect. As expected, it was true.

I reached out and pinched his waist gently with my fingers, pretending to be cynical. Then I added, "And I'm clean. I don't have any other man but you. You can enjoy me as much as you want."